Socrates Must Die

“What’s the plan?”, said Anytus, “do we put him on trial for his crimes?”  Meletus responded, “Yes and he will be found guilty of corrupting the minds of the youth of Athens and of impiety for not believing in the gods of the state.  He is a critic of democracy and he has made us look foolish by praising our archrival Sparta.”  Lycon rang in and said, “Maybe we could just banish him from Athens, or have him chose his own punishment, or placate him by giving him some money, or free diners to just keep his mouth shut.”  Meletus said, “Socrates must be put on trial and if he is found guilty, his penalty should be death.”

At the trial Socrates said, “It was not uncommon for the people of Athens to cause legal trouble for a fellow citizen by making up completely false charges against them.  Impiety is an especially common charge, because it requires little evidence, and it holds a steep penalty.  If Zeus takes offense to my teachings, then let him strike me down where I stand.  I am much more interested in debating wisdom rather than pursuing favor with the gods.  The gods of Homer are not guides for morality. Chaos is created by the conflicting passions of these gods, because the universe should be guided by a god with a sense of purpose, a god that is the source of human consciousness and morality.  I am teaching philosophy to the young men in this great city, I am not corrupting them, because I am empowering them with my knowledge.”

Written for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write Creative Writing prompt Sentence Starter 48 “What’s the plan?”.

Embarrassment Of Mars And Venus

“Tell me” said George. “I want to know about the origins of Rome.”

His teacher said, “Many people trace the beginning of Rome back to the fall of Troy, or Rhea Silvia and her sons Romulus and Remus, but I think it starts out much earlier with the embarrassment of the god Mars and the goddess Venus.  The complete story Rome starts out with the gods and I think if they were not embarrassed in the way that took place, then they would still be making love with each other and possibly would never have gotten involved with mankind.  The Romans adopted most of their gods from the Greek deities, but they changed their names.  Jupiter was the king and father of the gods and he married his sister Juno.  They had two sons, Mars who was the older brother and they also had Vulcan and a daughter named Juventia, who was the Cupbearer of the gods and goddess of Youth.  It is not easy for children when their Father is also their Uncle and their Mother is also their Aunt.  When Juno first saw Vulcan, she was embarrassed by his ugly appearance, so she threw him off of Mount Olympus, which caused him to become lame.  Vulcan is the god of fire and the god of the forge and he became the skilled blacksmith of the gods.  Vulcan enjoyed making things, as he was a proficient artisan and a craftsman.  Vulcan worked with a one-eyed Cyclopes to create weapons, armor and other amazing items for the gods.

Venus sprung from the froth of the sea, after the mutilated sexual organ from the body of Caelus or Uranus had been thrown there by his son Saturn.  This made Venus a sister of Saturn and an Aunt of Jupiter.  All the gods admired the beauty of Venus, which made all the goddesses become jealous of her personal charms.  Jupiter even attempted to gain her affections, but Venus refused him, so Jupiter gave Venus to Vulcan, in gratitude for the service his son had rendered in forging new thunderbolts for him.  It is ironic that Vulcan the ugliest of the gods married Venus, the most beautiful of all the goddesses.  Vulcan cared more for his work than he did for pleasing his wife.  Venus was never faithful to her husband or any of her lovers, as she enjoyed the act of falling in love, but she was never able to maintain a lasting relationship.  Venus felt neglected by Vulcan, so she looked for passion and physical love elsewhere and she found it with her great nephew Mars, as Mars adored Venus.  Mars was the god of war, he wore a helmet and he carried a shield and a spear.  Mars was symbolized by his color red, the color of blood, and his two sacred animals were wolves and woodpeckers.  Mars saw how beautiful his great Aunt and sister-in-law was and he fell madly in love with Venus.

It is not easy being the Sun, as the Sun sees all things first.  Apollo is the god of the sun, and he was the first one who spied on Mars and Venus, when they were making love.  Apollo told Vulcan all the details about the infidelity, when they were doing it, how many times they did it, what positions they did it in and how Mars made Venus scream with passion.  Vulcan was very angry when he heard this dreadful news, so he went straight to his workshop to forge some chains to bind the lovers in place.  Vulcan hung these nearly invisible strong finely crafted cobweb shaped chains in his bedroom and he fastened them to the bedposts and to all of the rafters.  After he spread this golden net of chains above the bed, he went on a trip, because he knew his brother Mars was watching, and the burning love he had for Venus would draw him into the trap.

Venus had just returned from visiting her nephew Jupiter, when the handsome and athletically built Mars arrived at the house of his crippled brother Vulcan.  She took his hand and led him into the bedroom.  Venus said, ‘Let us go make love as Vulcan is not at home, he has gone off to Lemnos where he likes to spend most of his time.’  Vulcan convinced Somnus, the god of sleep to sprinkle water from Lethe, the river of Forgetfulness on the lovers once they were in the bed.  Vulcan turned back before he reached Lemnos, when Apollo told him that the lovers had taken the bait.  Vulcan found Mars and Venus locked in each other’s arms, so he took Mars helmet, shield and spear away and then he lowered the net on them.  Vulcan was in a furious passion, as he stood there in the vestibule making a dreadful noise, shouting loud enough for all the gods to hear him.  Vulcan stood upon Mars’s armor, as the astonished lovers finally woke up.  They knew that they were caught in an embrace, as they held in each other in their arms.

Mars and Venus were not able to get up or move their hands or feet, they were caught like rats in a trap.  Vulcan called upon his father Jupiter, to come and see the ridiculous and disgraceful sight of Venus who was dishonoring him by sleeping with her brother-in-law.  When Jupiter saw the pair together trapped in the bed, Vulcan demanded that he should get the weapons back that he forged for Jupiter, because his baggage of a wife who was gifted to him was not honest and she had embarrassed him.  Vulcan called all the gods to come and see the lovers, as they were naked and trapped lying in the bed.  Mars and Venus were in bondage, and they felt disgrace, as all the gods looked upon them.  The gods all gathered to witness and mock the adulterous couple and there was much laughter up in heaven for a long time, as this story was told over and over, again and again.  Tomorrow I will tell you about the Trojan War hero Aeneas who became the father of Ascanius the man that founded the Etruscan province of Alba Longa and became its first king and then we will get into Romulus and Remus.”

Written for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write Creative Writing prompt Sentence Starter 47 “Tell me”.

And So It Begins

The sky looked like ink, no stars, just black; that’s how it began.  Life on Earth would never be the same, as we were entering a new stone age.  What was so different about this comet?  Usually when a comet approaches our Sun, the intense glare of solar radiation sublimates ices into gas that escapes into space or causes the comets to crack apart.  Well this particular comet Hailstorm 88 was big enough and it also passed close enough into our Sun’s atmosphere, such that the steep fall into the Sun’s gravity accelerated it to more than 500 miles per second.  At that speed, drag from the Sun’s lower atmosphere flattened the comet into a pancake right before it exploded in an airburst, releasing intense high-energy ultraviolet radiation and X-rays that caused solar flares along with coronal mass ejection, giant bubbles of gas and magnetic fields, containing several billion tons of charged particles that traveled several million miles per hour till this knocked all our satellites out of orbit.

It was like a bomb was exploded on the Sun, and the momentum propelled by the comet made the Sun ring like a bell, causing sun-quakes that echoed through the solar atmosphere.  When this explosion occurred on the Sun, it produced billions of radioactive isotopes that were ejected into space and many made their way to Earth putting all human life in jeopardy.  The chemistry involved in these radioactive nuclides was unstable, thus they dissipated excess energy by spontaneously emitting radiation in the form of alpha, beta, and gamma rays and all this radiation began to surround our planet.  Radiation was causing people to develop cancer and it was also producing memory loss and my brain was becoming so fuzzy that I no longer felt it was safe for me to drive.

People all over Earth started to grow mustard, amaranthus, cockscomb and sunflower plants to absorb the excess radiation. It wasn’t really a second stone age, but the internet was gone and many power grids were down.  Some good may even have come out of this as a lot of people turned to reading books again when they were not able to watch TV anymore.  I had to change careers and I became a baker.  I started to make a butter cream cakes, which if I have to say so myself, they are delicious.  It was a white cake which I made out of flour and baking powder, which created the bubbles to make my cake rise.  I covered it with chocolate using my spatula and I was making more money now than I did as an engineer.

Written for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Surround, for the Daily Spur prompt – Chemistry, for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan, for FOWC with Fandango – Jeopardy, for Ragtag Community – Memory, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge – sunflower, spatula, raise, for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write Creative Writing prompt – Drive and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Fuzzy.

Plenty Of Money

Rudy Clark wrote the song ‘Got My Mind Set on You’ which became a No. 1 US and No. 2 UK hit for George Harrison in 1987.  In 1963, Freddie and the Dreamers had a Top 10 hit covering his song ‘If You Gotta Make a Fool of Somebody’.  In 1964, Betty Everett recorded the Top 10 soul classic ‘It’s in His Kiss (The Shoop Shoop Song)’, which was written by Rudy Clark.  In 1966, the Young Rascals released a #1 hit single ‘Good Lovin’’ also written by Clark.

‘Got My Mind Set on You’ was originally recorded by James Ray an African American R&B singer in 1962, under the title ‘I’ve Got My Mind Set on You’.  Harrison bought a copy of the single in the summer of 1963 when visiting his sister Louise in Illinois.  Many years later when he was writing his Cloud Nine album, he remembered the song and decided to cover it.  ELO bandleader Jeff Lynne who would later form The Traveling Wilburys in 1988 with George produced this song along with Harrison.  This was the last song by a solo Beatle to hit #1 in the US, hitting the top slot for one week in February 1988. Harrison was also the first Beatle to hit #1 with his ‘My Sweet Lord’.  For a period of several months in 1988, George Harrison held the remarkable distinction having the longest length between his number hits, as 15 years had elapsed between ‘Give Me Love (Give Me Peace on Earth)’ in 1973 and 1988’s ‘Got My Mind Set on You’.  However, The Beach Boys scored a number one hit with ‘Kokomo’ in November 1988, 22 years after their last number one hit, ‘Good Vibrations’ in December 1966.

Everyone thinks that this song is about a girl, but it is about writing a book, which takes a whole lot of time and patience. Who knew George Harrison wrote books?  Goodreads says that they have 66 books for sale that were written by George Harrison.  Time is money and to write a book, you have your mind set right because this can be frustrating.  Unless you are a published author under contract to write your next book, you are basically working for free and hoping that you might get published, so you can make some money.  Time is precious and the longer it takes you to finish your book, the longer you will have to survive without any money.

I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you

But it’s gonna take money
A whole lot of spending money
It’s gonna take plenty of money
To do it right, child

It’s gonna take time
A whole lot of precious time
It’s gonna take patience and time, um
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it right, child

I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you

And this time I know it’s for real
The feelings that I feel
I know if I put my mind to it
I know that I really can do it

I got my mind set on you
Set on you
I got my mind set on you
Set on you

But it’s gonna take money
A whole lot of spending money
It’s gonna take plenty of money
To do it right, child

It’s gonna take time
A whole lot of precious time
It’s gonna take patience and time, um
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it right

I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you
I got my mind set on you

And this time I know it’s for real
The feelings that I feel
I know if I put my mind to it
I know that I really can do it

But it’s gonna take money
A whole lot of spending money
It’s gonna take plenty of money
To do it right, child

It’s gonna take time
A whole lot of precious time
It’s gonna take patience and time, um
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it right

Set on you
Set on you

Set on you
Set on you
Set on you
Set on you
Set on you
Set on you
I set my mind on you
I’m gonna set on you

Written for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write Creative Writing prompt “Money”.

The New Chinese Fire Drill

“Look at that”, Mary said, “I haven’t seen one of those since the 70s.”  We used to do this when I was young, being a teenager out on a night of joyriding when the car stopped if somebody called, “Chinese Fire Drill” everyone had to get out run around and get back in a different door and then we would continue on our way.  This was often done at a stop sign or a red light and we were considerate not to hold up traffic too much.  This game has been described as being stupid and pointless, but we did it because it was fun!

The modifier Chinese was a derogatory term meaning that it was negative and inferior and it evolved from military phrases like the “Chinese ace” and the “Chinese landing”, which referred to an incompetent pilots from the first World War and maybe even to the earliest contacts between Europeans and the Chinese.  Adding Chinese before anything made it absurd, backwards, confusing, disorganized, or inept, thus giving us the Chinese fire drill.  Political Correctness killed this game and I don’t condone anything that comes off as being racist, but kids nowadays don’t interact with each other anymore, so it is no wonder that Mary was so surprised.

Kids who were born in 1995 and later, grew up with cell phones, they are on facebook, Twitter, Snapchat and Instagram and all the other social media sites that I have no clue about, before they started high school.  They do not remember a time before the internet existed and this has made them less social, as they don’t know how to interact with anybody, mostly because they are too involved with their cell phones.  Kids get bored way too easy these days, because they are addicted to their Smartphones where they can switch to Netflix anytime they want to occupy themselves.  According to a new study, fifty percent of teens are addicted to their cell phones and now I will take out my violin to show my sympathy for them.

I am suggesting a new game for kids, one that I think will be fun and it works a lot like the Chinese fire drill.  When kids go to a party and someone calls out, “Chinese Fire Drill”, then everyone has to switch cell phones.  They look at what others have on their phones and learn about their friends, so they can communicate with them better.  I am not looking for a lawsuit, as even though I feel this would be a lot of fun, this game has the potential for plenty of things to go horribly wrong.  Maybe this game could be called “Switches”, or something like that.  What kind of stuff is stored on these phones?  You might find out that your friend is a real basket case by seeing their dirty laundry, or perhaps there is a picture of them wearing a dog collar.

Written for FOWC with Fandango – Condone, for Sheryl’s Daily Word Prompt – Plenty, for Ragtag Community – Laundry, for Paula’s Three Things Challenge where the three prompt words are “basket, violin, lawsuit”, for Rachel Poli Time To Write Sentence Starter Prompt – “Look at that” and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Collar.

Encounter With A Bunyip

I always thought the bunyip was a mythical creature, an aboriginal belief about a creature with supernatural powers that lived in swamps, billabongs, creeks, riverbeds, and waterholes, that is until I went on my walkabout.  I saw that devilish evil spirit, nearly face to face while living in the wilderness on my rite of passage trying to make the spiritual and traditional transition into manhood.  I was aware of bunyip sightings before, but I always felt that there were made up stories that were told to children to make them stay away from dangerous areas of water.  I had read that the bunyips had dark fur, a face like a dog, sharp teeth and claws, flippers, a duck-like bill, tusks and even horns, and that someone even described it as having a head like an emu and the body and legs of an alligator, but most people who encountered them were too afraid of these creatures to be able to take good notice of their appearance.

On my walkabout, I was admiring nature, walking around the middle of nowhere and hoping to obtain the personal satisfaction that I would make it home alive at the end of my adventure that I took in the outback.  I realize that most people usually recount their wilderness trek by exaggerating every detail of what happened to them, adding all these details to provide extra excitement and trill, but I am certainly not one of those storytellers.  My trip started out being very dull, and I was OK with that, as I was not looking for any near death experiences.  My adventure was about being far away from towns and cities and living off the land to survive.  This was not an excuse for me to take a holiday, or to shirk any work that I could have been doing, as I considered my walkabout to be an important institution of my Australian upbringing.  My mom is an aborigine and she told me about this custom and I was hoping to meet some interesting aborigines that I could communicate with, but this was mostly desert that I would be in and unpopular places are usually unpopulated, so I might not meet anyone.  I wanted to embrace a lifestyle that is firmly rooted in nature and I had hoped to develop specific skills and talents that would allow me to respond to this rural environment.

This was a way for me to stop binge watching Netflix, something that I had been doing way too much of at the time.  I should have taken a camera with me, but all I carried was my Swiss army knife.  I was used to sleeping out under the stars and I had eaten a few bugs in my day, spiders, lizards, scorpions and snakes did not scare me, that is as long as they were not crawling all over me.  I knew that it was going to be hot, dry, and dusty, however I hated the humidity and I was not really fond of flies and mozzies.  I enjoyed eating kangaroo when I got hungry, so I thought that I was ready, but I did not possess all the secrets of survival and I didn’t realize this until it was too late.  I had read that the outback claims an average of 40 lives a year and I studied up on all of the basic survival tips for being in the outback.  I knew how to light a fire without matches and I knew enough to wear a hat and to try and stay in the shade during the day.

I understood that the only thing that really matters in the outback, is having enough water to drink and I knew that I could never carry too much water with me, as I would not be able to survive without it.  My mom showed me how to locate rock formations that are prone to catch water and that these would likely to be safe to drink from.  She also taught me how to dig below the surface where I might find water when I came across a dried up creek bed.  My big mistake was that I had not spent a lot of time being in areas that are well off the beaten track, areas where venomous creatures are lurking at every step of the way.

My first day on this adventure I made a spear and I practiced throwing it all the time, as I was going with an open mind and I thought that it might come in handy.  I was able to navigate by the Sun during the day and also get bearings from the stars at night.  Most of my time was spent searching for food, but I did stop at several waterholes to wash up and if they were big enough I did enjoy a leisurely dip from time to time.  I had no particular destination in mind, so there was no hurry for me to get any place, as a result I was taking it slow and easy moving along at my own pace.

After sixteen days of being in the outback, it started raining and the rain continued for several days, which made the red earth turn green, and the rivers started to overflow.  At first I was so happy to see the rain, that I started dancing all around while it was coming down, but after two days of a steady downpour, I was all soggy and I wanted it to end.  I climbed up a tree to get my feet out of the puddles that were all around and that is when I saw it.  At first, I was not sure what I was looking at, but then I put it together that this was indeed a bunyip.

The bunyip that I saw had long looking front legs and thick short hind legs that appeared to be very strong.  It had long claws and it was covered in grey feathers.  When it was in the water, it was able to swim like a frog, but when it got on to the shore, it walked on its hind legs, standing 12 or 13 feet (3.7 or 4.0 m) high, being about the size of a small cow.  I felt safe being up in the tree, but my curiosity was starting to get the better of me and I wanted to get a closer look.  I was not sure if this creature was a ferocious carnivore predator, or maybe it was just a gentle herbivore, but I stayed up in the tree thinking that it was better to be safe than sorry.  That is the story I am sticking with and you can believe me or not.

Written for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write Random Words prompt, “Storyteller”.

A Cake Left Out In The Rain

‘The Animals’ Christmas’ is the sixth solo studio album and the first Christmas album by vocalist Art Garfunkel, which was released in December 1985 by Columbia Records.  The album was written by Jimmy Webb and features vocals by Garfunkel, Amy Grant, and Wimbledon King’s College Choir.  This started out as a simple setting of traditional Christmas carols to be performed in his local church, but after Art Garfunkel decided to get involved, Webb added some music and gave it a story.  It begins with the time the angel comes to Mary and tells her she’s going to give birth to Christ, and ends when King Herod descends and Mary and Joseph and the baby make their escape.  Some of the animals include a singing frog, the innkeeper’s cat, named Incredible Phat, and a cricket who plays the fiddle for Mary.

Jimmy Webb wrote ‘Up, Up And Away’ for The Fifth Dimension in 1967, ‘By The Time I Get To Phoenix’ for Glen Campbell in 1967, ‘Wichita Lineman’ for Glen Campbell in 1969, ‘Worst That Could Happen’ for Brooklyn Bridge in 1969, ‘Galveston’ for Glen Campbell in 1969 and MacArthur Park for Richard Harris in 1968 and for Donna Summer in 1978, among many other songs.  Webb was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame in 1986 and the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame in 1990.

Webb was inspired to write ‘Up, Up And Away’ after a balloon flight that his friend William F. Williams flew on to do promotions for radio station KMEN.  The is a cheerful-against-all-odds ode to sailing away from the turmoil and strife of life on a beautiful, beautiful balloon.

Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon
Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon
We could float among the stars together, you and I
For we can fly, we can fly

Up, up and away
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon

The world’s a nicer place in my beautiful balloon
It wears a nicer face in my beautiful balloon
We can sing a song and sail along the silver sky
For we can fly, we can fly

Up, up and away
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon

Suspended under a twilight canopy
We’ll search the clouds for a star to guide us
If by some chance you find yourself loving me
We’ll find a cloud to hide us
We’ll keep…

Suspended under a twilight canopy
We’ll search the clouds for a star to guide us
If by some chance you find yourself loving me
We’ll find a cloud to hide us
We’ll keep the moon beside us

Love is waiting there in my beautiful balloon
Way up in the air in my beautiful balloon
If you’ll hold my hand we’ll chase your dream across the sky
For we can, fly we can fly

Up, up and away
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon
Balloon
Up, up, and away

Webb wrote the song ‘Worst That Could Happen’ about a love affair that he had with Suzy Horton.  They parted ways when Horton moved from California to Nevada, where she became a casino showgirl.  When Webb found out she had gotten married, he wrote this about him coming to terms with the news.  He concludes that it’s probably the best thing for her, even if it’s the worst that could happen to him.

Girl, I heard you’re getting married
Girl, I heard you’re getting married
This time you’re really sure
And this is the end
They say you really mean it
This guy’s the one that makes you feel
So safe, so sane and so secure
And baby if he loves you more than me
And baby if he loves you more than me
Maybe it’s the best thing
Maybe it’s the best thing for you
But it’s the worst that could happen to me.

I’m never gettin’ married, never getting’ married
You know that’s not my scene
But a girl like you needs to be married
I’ve known all along you couldn’t live forever

in between.

And baby if he loves you more than me
And baby if he loves you more than me
Maybe it’s the best thing
Maybe it’s the best thing for you
But it’s the worst that could happen to me.

And girl…

And girl I don’t really blame you
For having a dream of your own
Hey girl I don’t really blame you
A woman like you needs a house and a home.

Baby if he really loves you more than me
Maybe it’s the best thing
Maybe it’s the best thing for you
But it’s the worst that could happen to me.

Oh girl don’t wanna get married
Girl I’m never, never gonna marry
Oh it’s the worst thing that could happen
Oh girl…..

Written for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write Random Words prompt, “Animals, Balloon and Best”.

Why Do You Build Me Up

“You have everything right?”, Buttercup said as I left.  I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to split, ending this toxic relationship.  I was still in love with her, but she never reciprocated her feelings.  Every time I felt like I was getting somewhere with her in this relationship, she would let me down again and again.  No matter how hard I tried, Buttercup just didn’t seem to be interested in me.  She constantly gave me mixed signals which at times encouraged me, but she also led me on and teased me, so I was never able to determine whether or not she ever actually liked me.  She built up my confidence just by seeing her around me, but then she confessed that she didn’t have any feelings towards me and she just liked messing me around.  She says she’ll call me but she doesn’t.  She said that she would come over at ten, but she was always late and she didn’t care if she left me hanging.

I loved her so much and I didn’t care how badly she treated me, as I just wanted to continue to love her.  I told her that I could easily be the one that makes her happy if she would just give me a chance.  I was desperately in love with Buttercup, but she always played around with my heart and she treated me like I was nothing more than an accessory to be on her arm, or a toy that she could play with in a sick love game.  She was a two timing whore and yet I was still attracted to her, maybe even more because of this.  Her infidelity made me feel like I needed her, so I guess that makes me twisted and it kept me going back to her for more punishment.

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Why do you build me up Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down and mess me around
And then worst of all you never call, baby
When you say you will but I love you still
I need you more than anyone, darlin’
You know that I have from the start
So build me up Buttercup, don’t break my heart

“I’ll be over at ten”, you told me time and again
But you’re late, I wait around and then
I went to the door, I can’t take any more
It’s not you, you let me down again

Baby, baby, try to find
A little time and I’ll make you happy
I’ll be home
I’ll be beside the phone waiting for you

Why do you build me up Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down and mess me around
And then worst of all you never call, baby
When you say you will but I love you still
I need you more than anyone, darlin’
You know that I have from the start
So build me up Buttercup, don’t break my heart

To you I’m a toy but I could be the boy you adore
If you’d just let me know
Although you’re untrue, I’m attracted to you all the more
Why do I need you so

Baby, baby, try to find
A little time and I’ll make you happy
I’ll be home
I’ll be beside the phone waiting for you

Why do you build me up Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down and mess me around
And then worst of all you never call, baby
When you say you will but I love you still
I need you more than anyone, darlin’
You know that I have from the start
So build me up Buttercup, don’t break my heart

I-I-I need you-oo-oo more than anyone, baby
You know that I have from the start
So build me up Buttercup, don’t break my heart

Written for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write Sentence Starter prompt, “You have everything right?”.

Danger In The Summer Moon Above

Summer died that night.  I drove her to the train station so she could spend the summer up in New Hampshire with her Aunt.  We said our goodbyes and I was filled with the usual school’s out excitement, but still suffering from the angst that I might lose her to someone that she could meet while she was away from me.  We promised to write to each other every day and when the summer ended, September would roll around and we would be together again.  I would be alone till then, but I wanted her to have a good time and tell me all about her summer when she came back to me.  I was heartbroken when I got her last letter, as she told me that she was not coming back in September.  She had met a life guard while she was swimming at the lake and she was going to finish up her last year of High School up in New Hampshire.  I hope it snows like hell on her!

I’ll be alone each and every night
While you’re away, don’t forget to write
Bye-bye, so long, farewell
Bye-bye, so long

See you in September
See you when the summer’s through
Here we are (bye, baby, goodbye)
Saying goodbye at the station (bye, baby, goodbye)
Summer vacation (bye, baby bye, baby)
Is taking you away (bye, baby, goodbye)

Have a good time but remember
There is danger in the summer moon above
Will I see you in September
Or lose you to a summer love
(counting the days ‘til I’ll be with you)
(counting the hours and the minutes, too)

Bye, baby, goodbye
Bye, baby, goodbye
Bye, baby, goodbye (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
Bye, baby, goodbye (bye-bye, so long)

Have a good time but remember
There is danger in the summer moon above
Will I see you in September
Or lose you to a summer love

(I’ll be alone each and every night)
(While you’re away, don’t forget to write)
See you (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
In September (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
I’m hopin’ I’ll
See you (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
In September (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
Well, maybe I’ll
See you (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
In September (bye-bye, so long, farewell)

Written Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday and for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write picture prompt.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

People are more likely to believe what they see you do, rather than consider what you said is true, because people can say anything, having no intention of keeping their word becoming untrustworthy with inconsistent actions, saying stuff which they don’t strongly believe in, and also it takes effort to do things and follow through.  John 3:18 says, “My little children, let us not love with word or with tongue, but in deed and truth”, which is a bit wordy, but I think that he meant that we should think of love and relate it to what is happening because of our deeds not from what is said.  In the 1500s, the French writer Michel de Montaigne said, “Saying is one thing and doing is another.”  John Locke, an influential English philosopher, once said, “I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thoughts.”

In 1858, after Lincoln’s remarkable performance in a series of seven debates with Senator Douglas, which were largely concerning the issue of slavery extension into the territories, he drew the attention of Republican Party leaders in New York and New England.  He was invited to speak in New York, where Lincoln delivered one of the best speeches of his career at Manhattan’s famous Cooper Union.  Horace Greeley immediately reproduced the speech in his widely read New York Tribune, and Lincoln began to be thought of as a potential presidential candidate.  In one of the most carefully prepared speeches of his career, Abraham Lincoln examined the historical evidence for the positions of the 39 signers of the Constitution on questions concerning slavery and he argued that twenty-one of the signers of the United States Constitution believed that the federal government should exercise control over slavery in the territories.  Lincoln felt that Congress had the power to prohibit slavery in the territories and new states formed out of the territories, and thus to not allow it to expand beyond the states in which it was already established.  Therefore, this became the Republican Party position, to oppose expansion of slavery but not disturb it in the South was merely a continuation of the path begun by the Founding Fathers, which should not give cause to Southerners who had threatened to secede if a Republican was elected President.

The Young Men’s Republican Union sponsored this get together at the Cooper Union, and the board included Horace Greeley and William Cullen Bryant who was opposed the nomination of William Seward for president by the upcoming Republican Convention.  Lincoln had not yet announced his candidacy, but he was the subject of talk as a contender for higher office, following the Douglas debates, even though he was unsuccessful and Douglass was elected to the U.S. senate from Illinois.  The prospect of hearing a rising leader attracted a capacity crowd of 1,500 New Yorkers.  In this address Lincoln said, “Actions speak louder than words is the maxim; and, if true, the South now distinctly says to the North, ‘Give us the measures, you take the men’.”

Grateful Dead doing an Otis Redding song ‘Hard to Handle’ featuring Pigpen singing and this song contains a line which is the title of my post.

Baby here I am
I’m the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta’ come home with me

I have got some good old lovin’
And I got some more in store
When I get through throwin’ it on
You gotta’ come back for more

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain’t nothing but ten cent lovin’
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle
‘Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle now, yessir ‘am

Action speaks louder than words
And I’m a man of great experience
I know you’ve got another man
But I can love you better than him

Take my hand don’t be afraid
I’m gonna prove every word I say
I’m advertising love for free
So you can place your ad with me

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain’t nothing but ten cent lovin’
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle
‘Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle now, yessir ‘am

Yeah
Hard to handle now
Oh baby

Baby here I am
I’m the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta’ come home with me

I’ve got some good old lovin’
And I got some more in store
When I get through throwin’ it on you
You got to come a-runnin’ back for more

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain’t nothing but ten cent lovin’
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle
‘Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle now, yessir ‘am

Hard
Hard to handle now
Oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain’t nothing but ten cent lovin’
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle
“Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle now, yessir ‘am

Yeah
So hard to handle now
Oh yeah

Baby
Good lovin’
Baby, baby
Ohh, good lovin’
I need good lovin’
I got to have it, oh yeah
Yeah
So hard to handle, now, yeah

Written for Rachel Poli I Read I Write I Create – Time To Write prompt – Speak.